Chapter 1422

"The title of Bandaged Murderer made Elliot feel satisfied, but not satisfied enough, because the title he truly wanted was—Batman."

"I don't know what kind of misunderstanding he has about the identity of Batman, but since he values this title so much, I don't mind giving this title to him."

"But I couldn't walk over and say to him, 'You go be Batman, I'll go to jail.' His not-so-bright brain could also distinguish that this must be a trap."

The red-eyed Bruce leaned his body further back, spread his arms in a completely relaxed posture, and said: "So, I designed a series of more complex traps. First, let him learn through the content of the articles published by the serial killer club that there is a killer in Cat Getan who is very good at skinning, known as the 'Nameless Lady'."

"She has collected thousands of different human skins, each one flawless. This has a wonderful attraction for Elliot, because he hates his destroyed face very much."

"And very coincidentally, in the newly built New Arkham Psychiatric Hospital, this Nameless Lady just happened to share a laboratory with another killer good at plastic surgery, 'Dollmaker'. When Elliot broke in, they should have been conducting research related to subcutaneous tissue activity."

"I have already prepared my tissue samples for the Nameless Lady and Dollmaker. Thus, they reproduced a face for Elliot that was completely consistent with Bruce Wei En's—more like me than me."

"Of course, what also needed to be solved was his prosthetic limb problem. But compared to making a new face, this was much simpler. Elliot wouldn't let go of Dollmaker's collection warehouse, and there happened to be a perfect mechanical leg that completely adapted to his condition, which wouldn't be seen as strange by anyone."

"When he walked out from there, he was already Bruce Wei En. But he wouldn't let this matter be solved like this. He still had one last thing to do, and that was to kill the little girl from the farmer's family who had luckily escaped from his hands, because she was the only survivor. And if Elliot wanted to start a new life as Batman, he had to solve this hidden danger."

"I put on the Bat-suit, pretended to be chasing him all the way, and met him at the home of the survivor, the little girl Belica. It's just that he grabbed Belica as a hostage one step ahead."

"And in order to save this innocent little girl, I used a Batarang to cut open my own face, and told him all the passwords that Batman possessed, and then was knocked to the ground by him, until the FBI agents chased him and escorted me to the helicopter."

"From then on, Elliot and Bruce's lives were swapped. Elliot will become the world's richest man, Wei En, Cat Getan's hero, Batman, while Bruce will replace him and become the Bandaged Murderer, paying the price for the countless crimes he committed."

"Unsurprisingly, although Thomas Elliot killed many people, he still didn't reach the standard for solitary confinement in this prison. Amanda threw the Bandaged Murderer into a collective cell, and I had three roommates."

"Very fortunately, this is a quite standard prison configuration. Among the four people, one is very strong, and one is exceptionally weak."

"I selected Jimmy as the target, intensified the conflict between him and Dog, applied some psychological suggestions to him, and stood on Dog's side at the last moment, making him feel isolated and helpless, thus fighting for his life."

"The whole process was not difficult, but as I said, killing Dog is not difficult either. If I took action, I would be much more crisp and neat than Jimmy."

"Then what is the meaning of all this? Just to follow formalism and not kill anyone personally?"

"But we all understand that the shackles of morality have long ceased to exist, at least in one of Bruce Wei En's personality traits, they no longer exist."

"Since this is the case, why do we have to use this complex, thankless, and overly exquisite way to manipulate others?"

"I think the method was wrong." The gray-eyed Bruce said: "There must be a better method, simple and fast like instinct. Our goal is to find this method, find its key, and then turn it into our instinct."

The discussion in the spiritual world fell silent. Several Bruces all understood that this was not an answer that could be obtained by discussing theory.

Thus, the two extra figures slowly disappeared. When Bruce opened his eyes, bloodshot eyes covered his pupils. In the one eye congested due to injury, only a little blue remained in the very center. And if one didn't look carefully, there were only cruel and cold red eyes.

In the dim prison corridor, the prison guard was still pacing, knocking on the railing with the baton, making annoying noises.

"Clang, clang, clang..."

Bloodshot eyes covered the edges of the blue eyes. These eyes were much muddier than those clear, ocean-like blue eyes. When Elliot woke up, he saw the dissatisfied expressions of a group of people.

"Bruce, what's wrong with you?! You are the senior brother now! Luthor and Pamela are your junior brother and sister. Can't you set a good example for them? You don't submit your paper, you sleep at the group meeting. If you don't want to study anymore, just say so!"

Victor knocked on the desktop hard with the pen in his hand, threw a stack of papers in front of Bruce, and said: "Look at what you wrote as your results this week?! And the formula I asked you to research, where is the progress? Where is the report?"

"It's fine that your own project hasn't progressed, but didn't you promise your junior brother and sister to help them with their progress? Why are they still like this this week? Even dog shit is neater than the progress of you three!"

Victor stood up from the table, raised his tone, and said: "What is the situation? Haven't you figured it out yet? Do I have to drag you to the Arkham Psychiatric Hospital to face Professor Schiller?"

"Putting aside the fact that he is currently in a fit of anger, do you think I am a soft persimmon, so you handed me three piles of shit after I urged you four or five times this week?!"

Pamela put her chin on the table listlessly and muttered: "I already said I have no funding. The cabbage grown last time beat up people in the neighboring laboratory before two weeks had passed. All the medical expenses were paid out."

"Then can't you plant some plants that won't hit people even if they go crazy?! I told you when you chose cabbage, don't pick plants with long leaves!"

"And, how many times have I emphasized that any plant in Cat Getan could go crazy at any time. Why don't you bring a freeze gun when entering the cultivation room?!"

A burst of stifled laughter came. Victor immediately glared at Lex, saying: "You still have the nerve to laugh?! Lex Luthor, when you were under Schiller, you researched the Arkof Reactor. When you came under me, you started researching sociology. You are quite rebellious?!"

Lex also lowered his head and didn't speak. The other graduate students were all trembling, fearing that their physics professor would take out the freeze gun from his waist and freeze them there. Being frozen wasn't uncomfortable, but it was mainly too embarrassing.

Victor paced by the table with his hands behind his back, and then focused his gaze on Elliot's face. The more he looked, the angrier he got. He took out the freeze gun and with a "whoosh", an icicle froze Elliot there.

Elliot didn't react at all. In his eyes, Victor wasn't Mr. Freeze, just an ordinary university teacher in the daily life that Batman had to deal with. Elliot originally planned to sleep through the entire group meeting so he could have the energy to go out and be Batman at night. As a result, he was frozen before he could react.

The group meeting was over, and Victor didn't intend to unfreeze him. After everyone went out, Victor slapped the table and said: "Let Mayor Roy move you to the building, just to let your fans see the heroic posture of Batman sleeping at the group meeting!"

After finishing, he turned and left angrily, leaving Elliot confused in the ice, completely unable to break free.

Fortunately, Victor didn't intend to let him spend the night here. The ice cracked around twelve-thirty in the middle of the night. Elliot fell directly to the ground, and his head hit the chair leg.

He stood up holding his head, cursed in a low voice, and walked out of the empty conference room. Elliot stood blankly at the entrance of Cat Getan University. He didn't even know where else he could go.

First of all, Wei En Manor couldn't be entered. He had already tried. Thomas was Batman after all. He directly installed an automatic security system on the gate of Wei En Manor. Elliot couldn't even get close.

Secondly, all bank cards and credit cards under Bruce Wei En's name were frozen. So even if Elliot had the password, he couldn't swipe his card to stay in a hotel.

Not to mention the laboratory and the mysterious outer space base. Elliot's IQ wasn't bad, and could even be said to be above the average level, and his academic performance was also good, but only limited to university knowledge.

But the current Cat Getan University only had two types of people: either pure illiterates who had completely given up, or super geniuses who could rename a series of awards after their surnames.

Elliot couldn't mix with that group of pure illiterates, but he couldn't touch the edge of the geniuses at all. He couldn't understand any of the projects Bruce had taken over before. He didn't even dare to communicate much with Lex and Pamela, otherwise, he would reveal himself in a few sentences.

Elliot originally thought that the gap between him and Batman was only appearance. As long as he possessed Batman's appearance, he could completely replace him, inheriting his wealth, status, and prestige.

And he still had another thought, that is, if he became Bruce Wei En, he would do better than Wei En, and also better than Batman. He felt that he had thousands of ways to be a better savior of Cat Getan than Bruce and Batman.

Elliot thought Bruce didn't do proper work. He fantasized that as long as he took over, he would definitely actively develop commerce, expand charity, and help orphans. As long as he let the media actively promote it, he would definitely be able to make everyone believe in him as the savior of Cat Getan.

Elliot also thought Batman was too indecisive. He should manufacture large-scale destructive weapons to kill gang leaders, bring every street under his jurisdiction, and those lunatics wouldn't have the opportunity to enter psychiatric hospitals. As long as he caught them, he would execute them all.

He could let his Bat-wings infiltrate every level of Cat Getan, and then completely control this city, becoming the City of Darkness, the true King of Cat Getan.

Elliot had thought that this road wouldn't be smooth sailing. Perhaps that unlucky loser would still come to him, constantly interfering with his great cause, and perhaps there were many difficult villains who needed him to solve them personally.

But reality was crueler than he thought. Or rather, it wasn't cruel, but reality was too realistic.

Now, what troubled this impostor wasn't how to outwit super criminals and catch them, wasn't how to be successful in the vanity fair and be rampant in the business world, wasn't how to negotiate with gangs and make them bow down, and wasn't even how to subdue street fights.

But rather, an adult in his twenties still had to be managed by his father, chased by teachers for papers, have no money for a taxi, have no place to live, and face embarrassing and ridiculous realistic problems like not finding an umbrella when it started raining.

If it was said that Batman's series of experiences in the slums was just because he wanted to imitate the life of ordinary people and didn't want to use his genius brain, making himself extremely embarrassed, then the absurd disasters suffered by Elliot were purely because he was incompetent.

But the gap between a genius and a fool lies not only in IQ, but also in the subtle and keen observation of one's own situation and the thinking about the causes of the environment.

Bruce carefully observed the reality of ordinary people who were cautious and couldn't make mistakes but still couldn't stop falling, and began to think about its causes.

And Thomas Elliot, he began to curse, why couldn't Bruce give him that brain that could solve all problems.